The Scarf Dreams: A Baker's Dozen
Periodically I will be posting one of the dreams that John had about Joss. Some will be spicy, some sweet and I am also going to include one or two dreams that got interrupted – you know, the ones where the alarm goes off or the dog barks just as you were getting to the good part! ;)
This first dream is called Roll Call.
A/N: The usual disclaimers – nothing you recognize belongs to me.
Roll Call
John Reese was sitting in the library, quietly, not moving at all, watching one of Finch's many screens.
This was unusual for a man of action like him. Reese always liked to do something – polish weapons, practice his knife throwing skills – even though he was taking a brief hiatus as a rare errant over the shoulder toss pierced one of Finch's precious first editions a few days ago - or add to his growing knowledge of New York's many neighborhoods, but he didn't even think about taking a walk on this beautiful summer morning.
There were no numbers, Finch was off on one of his mysterious errands and for once, Reese wasn't even remotely interested in following him.
No, he wanted to follow the sight right in front of his eyes on the screen.
Detective Jocelyn Carter. Alone. At her desk.
In a new departmental requirement, once a quarter, all the detectives gathered to discuss ways to keep physically fit and manage stress. A perky facilitator directed their discussions and a rotating cast of medical types, physical trainers, therapists and life coaches imparted knowledge via a dizzying array of handouts, thumb drives, downloadable apps and links to web sites and portals.
The meetings had been dubbed 'roll' call, because the detectives were asked to wear their uniforms to the first session. The sight of straining buttons, stretched seams, open collars and extra holes punched in belts got the message across.
One detective would stay at their desk at each precinct and man the phones. This quarter it was Joss.
The flash of red had caught his attention. The scarf. Usually Reese would check the dollcam, the grainy, greenish gray image giving him just enough info to see that she was alright, but today for some reason, the scarf showed bright and clear on the screen and when Reese sat down, the whole image suddenly came into sharp focus, the colors crisp and intense as he watched her.
Reese knew that Joss was going to testify in court this afternoon and she had traded her usual pants for a skirt. He could just make out her slim ankles under the desk and he felt like a lovelorn Victorian swain, swooning at such an illicit show of skin.
Joss' hair was pulled back and she had taken her blazer off, hanging it neatly on the back of her chair. The cool ivory of her simple button down blouse contrasted nicely with her warm brown skin and the scarf, wrapped around her neck, highlighted her bright face.
As she fiddled with the cuffs of her shirt, Reese leaned forward, mentally chanting yes, yes, yes, as she considered rolling the sleeves back and finally he was rewarded with the sight of her strong, slim forearms.
Pathetic, he thought, I am absolutely pathetic, but he couldn't stop watching.
Those graceful arms untied the scarf, letting it loop loosely around her neck. Reese groaned in frustration as the ends of the material swung gently over her breasts, back and forth over her nipples as though the scarf was caressing them, rubbing them, making them hard under its touch.
Reese ran his large hands along his muscular thighs, parting his legs as his cock began to throb. He shifted in the chair, as Joss deep in thought, tapped a pencil against her full lower lip several times, then stuck it in her mouth and sucked rhythmically on the end, finally biting it with her perfect white teeth as his cock jerked in response.
After a moment, Joss realized what she was doing and smiling wryly to herself, took the pencil out of her mouth, holding it straight up on her desk. She turned it slowly with her fingers, first one way and then the other, as though she was trying to soothe the bite marks in the soft wood.
Reese knew Joss had no idea he was watching her, knew she couldn't see him, but damn it, she was killing him. He leaned back in the chair, opening his legs even wider as his cock surged forward, begging for relief.
His hands drifted towards the waistband of his pants and he closed his eyes, imagining her hands, lips and teeth touching him like she did that rigid instrument, twisting and turning and tapping and tugging, until the lead in his pencil, white, warm and sticky, shot out over her fingers and he was a soft, worn down nub.
Succumbing, Reese began to unbuckle his belt, but then opened his eyes when he heard a rustling sound from the screen. Joss had gathered a stack of files in her hands and Reese realized she was going to step away from her desk and do some filing. Quickly buckling his belt, he called her.
"Morning, Detective."
She put down the files. "No."
"I haven't asked you for anything."
"You will and no, I can't do anything for you. I'm the only one stuck on the phones here. You're not the only one trying to catch criminals, remember?"
"Can't I just wish you a good morning, Carter?"
"You never have before, John. What do you want?"
Reese smiled. "You got me, Detective. I do want something."
Her eyes glittered in triumph. "Go ahead, but I'm still going to say no."
"I want to relieve your stress."
"Then hang up, John. My stress will go down," Joss snapped her fingers, "just like that."
"I mean real stress, Detective." Reese's voice was even softer and lower than normal. "Do you think it's fair that while your colleagues are life mapping or Zumba-ing their stress away, you're stuck there…all…tight and…tense. Wouldn't you like some…relief?"
Her lips parted slightly. "How," Reese could just see the tip of her tongue, "… do you propose to do that?"
"Press the Insert key three times."
She frowned, then pressed the key three times, gasping as Reese appeared on her monitor. "Where are you?"
He shrugged. "At the office, like you. Use the arrow keys – left and right to look around, up and down to zoom in and out."
Joss surveyed his surroundings. "And I thought I worked in a dump."
"What did you expect?"
"I don't know, Bat Cave, Fortress of Solitude," her lips quirked, "a tree house with a 'No Girls Allowed' sign on it."
"Well, I will admit, Detective, you're the first 'girl' to see this place." He smiled softly. "Guess you must be special."
She laughed. "Yeah, especially crazy to put up with you."
Their eyes met and held for a long moment, then Reese cleared his throat. "Feeling a little less stressed, Detective?"
"Maybe." Joss raised her eyebrows. "Is that it?"
"Not even close." Reese took off his jacket, watching her face as he unbuttoned his shirt.
"Wait – what are you doing?"
"Just getting comfortable, Carter. It's a big part of stress reduction." He'd spent the last few days installing transmission relay stations for Finch on the top of several buildings around the city and as he folded his shirt and put it on the table, he knew that she was looking at his muscular, tanned arms and the smattering of chest hair peeking out of the v-neck of his undershirt. "Would you like to see more?"
She opened her mouth, closed it, then opened it again. "Yes."
He raised an eyebrow.
"Oh." She pulled out her hair elastic, waving it at him and then carefully put it on her desk.
"Detective."
"You should be more specific next time, John."
"I'll remember that." He stood, pulling his undershirt out. Reese slowly raised it up and off, trying not to chuckle at her sharp intake of breath as her eyes took in his flat stomach, taut pectorals and broad shoulders.
"Now you. An article of" - Reese heard a clunking sound and he knew she had kicked off one of her shoes - "clothing, Detective, made of fabric."
Joss smiled and he thought she was going to take off the scarf, but she unbuttoned her blouse instead. Reese's mouth went dry as Joss slowly took it off, her graceful shoulders and upper arms exposed, a lacy off-white bra barely covering her full breasts.
"Press the Alt key twice, Carter."
When she did, a pop up screen appeared in the lower right hand corner. She could now see what he was seeing. Reese whispered, "You're so beautiful, Joss, so incredibly beautiful."
The color rushed to her cheeks. "You're okay, too," she smiled. "Should we just…"
"God, yes."
Joss pushed back her chair and stood up. Belts and pants and skirt and socks and shoes and underwear quickly disappeared until they were both naked, except for the scarf around Joss' neck.
Reese swallowed – she was even more beautiful than he imagined. His eyes drank in her slim waist and strong thighs, thighs he wanted to part with his own, drawing them up around his body as he drove into her over and over.
Joss leaned forward and Reese could see her using the arrow keys to take a leisurely tour of his body, smirking when she waved her finger in a circle, telling him to turn around so that she could see his back and rear end.
"You an ass woman, Detective?"
"I'm surprised you still have one, with the chances you take."
"I don't know why, don't you say I usually talk out of mine?"
"Yeah, but you also manage to pull things out of that ass occasionally, too…So…" now her voice was soft and low, "Is this your idea of safe sex, John?"
"No. I plan on making this all too dangerous, Detective." Reese ran his hand across his chest, tweaking his nipples between his fingers. He then drew his hand through the line of fine hair on his stomach, towards his cock, which was almost painfully hard now, the head dark and pulsing, dripping with pre-cum. "You have no idea how much I want you, Jocelyn Carter."
"Show me," Joss whispered, "show me how much you want me."
His fingers slowly rubbed the head of his cock covering it with the glistening fluid. He took his other hand and raised it to his lips. Reese licked the palm and fingers with his tongue, then wrapped it around his thick shaft. His hands began to move in an intricate dance, the fingers on the head gently teasing and caressing, while the ones around the shaft pulled and stretched it brutally. Reese groaned and grunted as the twin sensations of pleasure and pain coursed through his body, as he became covered with sweat, as the world dissolved around him and it just became his need and how much he wanted her.
Reese watched Joss watching him, her lips parted, chest heaving. Her hands gripped the ends of the scarf and she pulled it up and down over her nipples in the same rhythm as the fingers on the head of his cock, moaning as they hardened. Joss took the scarf off and he finally saw her beautiful dark brown nipples, her slim fingers pinching the tender flesh, making them harder still. She alternated between flicking them hard with her fingers, then rubbing them gently with just the tips. Her other hand drifted between her thighs and she stroked and patted her womanly essence, her eyes never leaving his.
Joss sat on the arms of her chair and opened her legs. Her fingers parted first her outer lips, then the inner ones and at the sight of her glistening folds, Reese almost came right then and there. Joss took the scarf and placed it between her thighs and then she smiled as she began to move it with her hands.
Reese had never seen anything like it. The scarf swooped and swung and pulled and pushed and fluttered and rubbed, doing all the things he wanted to do to her, as though it was his lips and tongue and teeth and fingers instead. It became soaked, dripping with her sweet elixir and when Joss twisted it, so that drops fell on her stomach and thighs, Reese almost fell to his knees. "Joss…"
"Yes." She put the scarf between her legs again, her hips thrusting forward, the muscles in her thighs flexing as if they were around his waist. Reese's body moved with hers, and when she dropped the scarf, raising her hands to the screen as though she was cradling his face, they both cried out, bodies shuddering as they came together, his seed shooting in a huge jet across and over the screen, as though it was trying to cross the miles between them and find its rightful place inside her.
Their eyes stayed locked on each other as their breathing went back to normal.
"I think," she smirked, "my stress is gone. Thank you, John."
He smirked back. "Anytime, Detective."
Anytime, anyplace, anywhere, he thought. You will be mine, Joss, and not just in my bed.
They both dressed slowly, not speaking, not making eye contact, but clearly aware of each other. Reese cleaned the monitor and the table and Joss folded the scarf and put it in her makeup bag. She had just finished pulling her hair back when an official looking woman walked into the detective's bullpen.
"Hi, I'm one of the nurses, here to take your readings. Even though you didn't attend this morning's session, we still need to get them for the program."
Joss stepped forward. Reese couldn't see them, but he could hear them as the nurse recorded her vitals and biorhythms.
"Wow, you are in excellent shape and your stress levels – fantastic. In fact, I've never seen anyone's that good." The nurse said. "You're really taking to the program, much better than the rest of your colleagues…Would you be willing to man the phones next quarter?"
"I'd consider it."
"Great. I'll put your name on the list. Someone will call and confirm a week before." Reese could hear her moving around. "How are you doing it – diet, exercise?"
He heard the smile in Joss' voice. "I have a friend."
"Oh, a good friend?"
"I'm starting to think so."
The nurse laughed. "Does he have a brother?"
"No – believe me, he is definitely one of a kind."
A/N: Coming up, an interrupted dream called Goosebumps and a full length dream, The Dance.